His Touch
Like rain drops, his fingers trickle over my skin.
His warm arms, melting my flesh to the touch.
The embrace strong and secure.
Locked tight together forever.
Eyes scanning my face, knowing its every place.
Longing to meet with our eyes, looking deep down inside.
Do I dare look away?
To stray?
No, it's too intense and strong.
With emotions like that of a song.
Lips beckoning, teasing, to play along.
The touch of our lips meeting.
Electric and hot, yet full and with a pull.....
comes the burning passion wishing for it to never end.
Let time bend.
Like a gently lit candle my heart turns.
To a place of no return.
Deicated to Kirby Magee-Dittburner
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